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TEST DRIVE ∞ May 2025

Test Drive ∞ May 2025
The First Collision
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Jump ⇅ :: ArrivalPanoramaFringesInvite Request
The Diadem is an invite-only panfandom game set in a retro-futuristic world where uprooted souls find themselves deep within an eerie wasteland of roads and highways frequently assailed by cosmic storms. Three united strongholds keep the population. Its capital is Panorama, a large metropolis at the planet's center.

Soon, you realize you aren't alone. Calling themselves fluxdrifts, the "locals" have similar stories to you, either for themselves or their ancestry. You speak to an old woman who claims she hailed from another star. You meet a young man who says his great-great-grandfather knew a strange language everybody spoke "back home." As you explore, you stumble across a coin you recognize or your sister's locket. How did it get here? What does this mean? That's for you to discover.

But first, you need to find a ride.

No invites needed to play on the TDM. Everyone's welcome! Use the Invite Request thread below to request an invite from another player.

∞ Summary ∞
IC-wise, arrivals are scattered throughout the month. Events described on the TDM are also ongoing throughout the month. If you'd rather jump right into the action, you're free to begin in media res with your character having already been on the planet for several days.

Post-impact, characters will wake up in a med tent by the Scrapyard. From there, they must accept a vehicle on loan and make the 2-hour drive to the nearest city, Panorama. If they refuse the car because they don't want the loan, they'll be in debt for medical bills instead...so just take the car. It'll come in handy.

Some things to keep in mind when bringing in your character:

  • Pick an injury. At minimum, they got knocked out; at most, whatever they can recover from. Medicine is decently advanced so they'll heal faster if not painlessly.
  • Decide items kept. Reasonable items on their person only: photos, keys, clothes, costumes. No pets or animal companions. Wildly out-of-place tech and personal cell phones will be damaged beyond repair.
  • Select a weapon. Do this only if eligible. Guidelines about weapons and powers are on the FAQ.
  • Choose a vehicle. Decide whether your character gets 2-3 options or if they're stuck with something they hate. Players can pick directly from our collection or source their own images. Anything under a similar aesthetic will work. If your character needs accommodations for driving, they can have them. Ask us for details.
  • Get a phone. Characters have to obtain a phone (and a SIM card) themselves. If they've got one from home, it's damaged beyond repair. Phones are cheap. It'll only take a couple of weeks to afford one. You need to know the number before you text or call anyone. Read about phones and the Forum before you hop on it.

TDM threads can be canon if characters are accepted. Top-levels made to the TDM should be open to all.
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Fluxdrift
Arrival & Introduction
Date: Throughout May
You've tumbled over a cliff. You were fighting for your life. You're on the cusp of death. You slipped in the shower. Whatever the catalyst, you struggle to cling to consciousness. As darkness overtakes you, a swirling vortex warps light and shadow in a way that defies all physics. A dark wail etches into your very bones. You couldn't describe it if you tried. You can barely comprehend what it is.

Then you open your eyes.


Through the figure's mask ©, you swear the face is grinning down at you. The tent you're in smells of antiseptic, and scratchy blankets line your cot. Injuries you've sustained have been bandaged. In the corner, you spot a MedBot that's fixed you up. Depending on the extent of your injuries, the doctor on duty might give you some painkillers before you go. Thankfully, your belongings are by the exit. Sorry if anything's damaged. Your landing was pretty rough.

You follow the figure outside. They are Yom Crook, here to lend a hand to fellow fluxdrifts like yourself. Their car's parked beside them. Actually, there are lots of cars around, but Yom Crook's stands out with its painted shark mouth. They explain they found you, unconscious, in a diffusion zone and brought you here. The nearest city is a 2-hour drive northeast. Forget about walking. You'll never make it. Also, you owe the doctor a lot of money for patching you up. But you're in luck: they've got some wheels for you and if you accept the vehicle on loan, Yom Crook will cover your medical bills. That's a good deal, right? It's not the shiniest car or motorcycle, but it'll do. If fortune favors, you'll get to choose between two or three options. Plus, if you need accommodations to drive—like adjustments to your seat height or modified controls—you'll receive all that for free.

Take the vehicle. (And the loan.) Yom Crook assures you that you'll have six months before collectors come around. Any time you're ready to pay a part of it down, return here to the Scrapyard. You'll get a receipt and everything. Paying off the loan in six months isn't impossible, but it will take a lot of work. Just don't get too lax. There's a good chance you'll be juggling multiple loans as you try to get by.

You either know how to drive, or you'll have a bare-bones manual to get you started. Road rules are more a suggestion than enforced, so just hit the pedal and go. The car has some basic features. The built-in compass will help you navigate.

OPTIONAL PROMPTS: a flat tire; a body on the road (is it a trap?); a fender bender

Panorama
Explore & Settle In
Conditions: Warm spring temperatures, light showers
After 2 hours on the road, you find civilization. The largest of the strongholds, Panorama is where the economy thrives. Massive power plants glowing red make it visible from a distance. The city is divided into three districts. For now, you can access the Pavilion and the Blocks. Don't worry about the Sanctum; they're not letting you in.

You only need to know two things about Panorama: 1) it's big, the size of a modern metropolis, and you'll need your car to get around; 2) anything goes as long as you don't pick a fight with the wrong person. Street smarts will get you far. Despite its geographical size, the population isn't huge. With roughly a million people in a city designed for over twice that number, Panorama is far from deserted, but nor is it overcrowded. It's a good thing. Resources are limited as it is.
The Pavilion: Free Samples
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Like any large city, Panorama features a couple of supermarkets. The stock's not as consistent as a proper supermarket. On occasion, shelves can remain cleaned out for a week or two. Regardless, the long tradition of free samples remains. If you're not already shopping, you'll notice the crowded parking lot and clusters of lines inside.

Try samples, push through the crowds as you shop, or give yourself a five-finger discount. If you're cautious, you can pocket a few small items without consequences. The Pavillion doesn't have the infrastructure for surveillance; unless someone sees you, you won't be caught. Steal from the store or pilfer someone's wallet. Maybe you even make a new friend if you bump into another fluxdrift. Or, start a fight with somebody who cut you off in the cheese line. Don't make too much of a ruckus, or you'll be thrown out.

As you look around, you'll see posters advertising temporary positions for the cash register or graveyard shifts in the warehouse. Seems they might've lost several employees recently (how'd that happen?), which is good for you! It's just a 6-week position, but it'll get you on your feet. The city has temporary positions like this all over. Permanent ones are harder to come by when you're new.
Samples include: steamed cabbage dumplings, synthetic cherry juice, cheddar cheese, and chocolate-covered alien eggs (it's crunchy and weirdly tasty). They're served in the usual throwaway paper cups with little toothpicks.
The Blocks: Power Outage
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Power's finicky in Panorama, especially in the Blocks. Saint Margery's Hospital, located in the same area, has priority for power so the first to go are the motels. Maybe you've been in your room for a couple of weeks, maybe you just got here—and by the way, every motel desk is happy to put the fee on your tab if you don't have the money upfront—but all the motels on the east side are in a blackout, leaving only the west side motels up and running.

What do you do? You have three choices:

  • Risk leaving your room and head to the other side where there's power. Knock on some doors and negotiate with another to share the room. They might shut the door in your face, ask for a favor in return, or be nice enough to help you with no strings attached. There's no guarantee your unattended room will be untouched, though, and you'll be on the hook for any damages an intruder causes.
  • Sit in the dark and deal. It's not the worst idea, but the TV's down, the vending machines are powered down, and with the entire place plunged into darkness, you risk getting robbed. If you struggle with defending yourself, you might want to find some trustworthy company. You can also sneak out of there and let them take your leftover pizza. It's not like you've got a ton of valuables, right? Plus, clobbering someone in the face with a frying pan sounds great until you realize you've gotta do something with the body. And what if this person's got a friend waiting?
  • Get in your car and drive (or grab a friend for a road trip). If you scroll the Forum, you might notice reports on diffusion zones southward. Besides, these motels are hardly your forever home. The city can only provide so much. Why not go for a ride and see what you can find out there?

OPTIONAL PROMPTS: clean up on aisle 3 (what is that goo?); a knock at your door but no one's there; you hear screaming or a commotion down the hall


The Fringes
Quad 3: Lockdown
Conditions: Stormy, with flooding roads
Felix Bjurstrom
> Date: 125-05-17
> Time: 02:15:57

> Emergency road lights have been reported in Quadrant 3! Please, can someone go see what's there? When last we chasers investigated emergency lights, a whole truck filled with sour candy had tipped over. Our stores were stocked for weeks! Oh, be careful - reception looks bad in that zone.
Whether you end up here on your own or you were following a tip on the Forum, the outcome is the same: you come to a stop in front of a 2-story office building that's flooded several inches deep. Emergency lights from a roadblock flicker through the stormy night. Stepping out of your car, you're soaked within seconds. When you check your phone, you don't have any bars. No calls in or out.

Through the open windows, a computer awakens and displays a cheerful smile. The lights inside switch on.

Pick your scenario role below. Your thread partner doesn't need to take the opposite role! They can join you in the same scenario (i.e. trapped together). Players are also free to create a generic NPC for the other side to facilitate the thread.

After characters escape, they'll find one bottle of antibiotics in their pocket or car, whether they remember taking it or not.


A: Sealed In
As you peer through the windows, you see crates of medicine floating around. Antibiotics in the diadem are valuable. Hospitals and doctors are always buying. You can keep it for yourself or make a quick buck. Or maybe you're compelled to help somebody back in the city who's in need. Whatever the reason, you decide to take the risk and step inside.

Water splashes around your ankles. The lock buzzes behind you. If you try to break the windows, you discover they're unnaturally resistant to shattering. With the whole place locked tight, the water begins to churn. Then the computer lights up again.

Warning, it flashes in large, bold text. Quarantine in progress. Release code required for exit.
  • To find the code, you'll have to search. Duck under the water, go through sopping envelopes and sticky notes or pick the locks on the filing cabinets and desk drawers. You can also try hacking the computers. Use your computer knowledge or fall back on the age-old trick of seeing who wrote down their password.
  • The files, notepads, and emails start innocuous, but as you look through them, disturbing phrases jump out at you—a dark thought you've had or a cruel taunt from someone in your past. The longer you're fixed on the terrible words, the higher the water begins to rise. Only another can break you out of your trance.
  • With the rising water comes fear. And the more you're afraid, the more the water also rises. You begin to see faces in the water, bobbing like balloon heads. Do you recognize them? If you move to take a closer look, they will sink back beneath the surface as if never there.
  • If you manage to swallow your panic, you can eventually find a triple-laminated binder with the release code and instructions. Bad news: you need someone on the outside to punch in the 6 strange symbols in order. The instructions explain that the code panel is located at the back of the building.
Let's hope a friendly face comes along.

B: Set Free
As you peer through the windows, you see not just the crates of medicine but someone trapped inside. They look like they might be in trouble, and from your vantage point, you notice that the water is bubbling strangely. It's definitely not normal rainwater. As you watch, the water rises unnaturally, stopping and starting. It's as if the water level is responding to an external stimulus.
  • The glass is soundproof. You can't hear what the person inside is saying, so you'll have to communicate with each other another way. Try charades, typing on your phone, or whatever you think of. Eventually, you determine that they're stuck and that you need to enter some sort of code onto a pad located—according to your trapped partner—at the back of the building.
  • Around the back, shadows swallow your surroundings. The panel must be pried open, but a slippery substance makes it hard to get a good grip. Each time the substance touches you, you grow uneasy. You swear you see eyes watching you, though when you turn around, nothing's there.
  • You can't seem to keep the instructions in your mind. And those symbols...they burn into your retinas. Through them, you glimpse an incomprehensibly massive figure unfurling in the darkness, pulsing as if in a deep sleep. When you snap back to reality, you realize you've injured yourself, slicing your hand on a sharp edge or a bruise you can't remember getting.
  • Once you manage to release the doors, the water inside the office drains upward into the sky as though sucked out by a giant hose. The darkness spreads. Get out of there fast before the shadows drag you or your partner into the void.
Of course, you don't have to help anyone. You can leave the individual there, make a deal, or outright extort them. But remember, you're not the only person on these roads. You might want to play your cards carefully, even if altruism isn't your first instinct.
skelters: (ponponpon) (pic#16359041)

so sorry for being late and also for the editing 😩😩

[personal profile] skelters 2025-05-25 08:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ maybe he hasn't been working here long enough to have the soul sucked out of him like the others ... all eventually succumbing to the curse of retail hospitality where you have to constantly explain why ninety percent of what people are after are in fact, not in stock, or someone's bought the last box right before they came up. being such constant bearer of bad news would surely break anyone's spirits.

but not vash, no! if it exists somewhere in this supermarket, he is going to find it and bring it back like some excitable dog - short of fighting anybody for it, though, he'll draw the line at that absolutely. so with logan's assent and a bright reply of alright! i'll be right back in a jiffy!!, he's off.

it's not exactly a jiffy, but he does come back ... only to stop short of stepping right into the thick black ooze that's starting to slowly creep its way along the lino floor. ]


Um ... Sorry, if you break it, you buy it ...

[ really misunderstanding the situation here! ]
Edited 2025-05-25 08:39 (UTC)
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[personal profile] elriche 2025-05-25 09:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ He needs to sleep now, apparently.

Not the most disturbing part of this whole kidnapped-to-a-multiversal-holding-pen thing, but possibly one of the most inconvenient. It's one thing to get tired, but after practiced years of standing vigil over nothingness, it's a little harder to remember how to actually rest.

He sits on the edge of the bed. Lies flat. Sits up again. Time is a tricky thing when things actually happen along its axis, when neon signs blink outside and garbled noise from TVs pass through the thin walls between motel rooms. Creatures writhe, restless, inside him. They aren't used to all the noise.

And then, all at once, it stops.

He exhales. Closes his eyes. A blackout. He remembers getting annoyed by these, once upon a time. For several sweet minutes, his body goes slack. His breaths slow down. Melatonin releases, his eyes close–

And someone knocks at the door.

His eyes snap open. Appendages he hadn't realized had slid out of him morph back to the shape of a man. He stands, marches to the door, waves a hand and opens it.

He opens his mouth and – doesn't get a chance to say anything, because the guy in front of him is already going a mile a minute. Stephen narrows his eyes. ]


Yeah, [ he says, dry, as he glances toward the dark lights in the hall, ] pretty sure it's not just you.

[ It's about that moment that he clocks that this man is wearing a pirate hat. Like – a real pirate hat. Made of leather. ] I'm... guessing you didn't live through the 90's.
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[personal profile] retrievalist 2025-05-25 09:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ The classics. Damn if Eliot doesn't just about age ten years after hearing that. Definitely cements the kid in as being young young—and here Eliot slides his gaze sideways, checks his peripherals, and confirms a smooth face under that red hood—which opens up a whole host of other questions.

He certainly paints a picture: the dark, the rain, the way he speaks like every word has three different meanings. He's dramatic at least, Eliot'll give him that. But birdwatching or not, ain't no way this kid is MI6.

Eliot snorts. ]


Now I know you're not old enough for that. Who'd you hear that from, your daddy?

[ He'd noticed someone on the roof as he was coming in, and once he'd noticed it he couldn't very well leave it alone. It could have been benign as much as it could have been a potential threat, but it could also have been someone thinking about taking that one step shortcut to the ground floor and unfortunately Eliot is no longer one for turning a blind eye to that sort of thing. Luck would have it that instead he's stumbled onto something interesting. And if his luck holds they won't even have to fight about it. ]
vestments: (marc: 45)

fringes.

[personal profile] vestments 2025-05-25 09:57 am (UTC)(link)
( ooc— i know nothing about what if strange, so if i make any assumptions and Get Them Wrong, please lmk! also — cw for marc are listed here, if there's anything you'd prefer me to avoid! )

( marc's not here because he wants to find the meds to sell, he's here because he knows he's going to need them at some point, and he knows that other people are going to need them and they might not be able to afford them. he's here, too, because he wants to know whether there's anything else, anything beyond antibiotics — painkillers, the sort that marc's comfortable taking; anything — useful.

at least, that's how it'd started off.

marc wouldn't describe himself as a curious man. there are a lot of questions he doesn't ask, not because he doesn't want to know the answer, but because he's certain he won't like the answer, or because he doesn't think the answer will make a difference. it's a view that's extended to most of what he's encountered here so far — he'd died, there's no question about that, but the lingering question for him has been about what this place is, where it fits amongst his experiences. whether, then, it's real — partially or at all — or whether it's ambiguous in the same way khonshu had been, the same way marc had never quite been able to decide, not for years, whether his death, the first one in selima, had been a death and a resurrection, or if it'd been a near-death experience.

he'd decided, eventually, that it didn't matter. it didn't change the debt, the duty, or the work that had to be done — and in many respects, here's the same.

but none of that means he's happy to remain in ignorance, per se. the slosh, then, is marc setting his small collection of partially identified, partially unidentified pills sat atop a filing cabinet, the movement punctuated by another noise — a grunt, faintly irritated, as he forces open a particularly stubborn drawer. the voice isn't familiar, he notes, as stephen speaks. he doesn't look up from the drawer immediately, instead making note of where stephen is based on sound and shadows which, ultimately, is easier said than done given the water, but the eerie glow cast by stephen helps, and then—

huh.

for a beat, there's wide-eyed surprise. an arch of his eyebrows, consideration and weighing. debating. the cloak's more recognisable than the stephen he knows, but there are similarities there, the dim lighting and reflections probably making them more or less apparent in different ways, but—.

he looks down at the papers his fingers are curled tightly around. they're damp, not yet sodden, and his eyes snag on a familiar grouping of words — secondary considerations: sleep disruption, hypervigilance — that earn a knitting of brows, before he looks back to stephen and entirely ignores his remark in favour of, )


Strange. ( blunt, brusque, entirely unperturbed by the frown. it's an expression he's intimately familiar with, given the stephen he knows really does not like him. )
Edited 2025-05-25 10:04 (UTC)
heavymetals: (1983 « wait there)

[personal profile] heavymetals 2025-05-25 10:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's a heavy question, loaded with meaning, and that's why Erik doesn't answer immediately. What will he do, then? Part of him wants to just avoid that level of conflict, which is what he'd committed himself to do when he left in the first place. It's not that he just wanted to abandon their cause, or that he didn't believe in fighting for it still; it's just that he's aware now, more than ever, how his involvement with it was only making matters worse, causing more harm for his own kind, and creating a deeper divide even among them. He hadn't yet thought of how he would approach it, were he to come back to it— if he ever even had that opportunity.

So when asked now, what would he do if other mutants showed up here, the truth is he doesn't know. Even less so when he has a feeling that most of them, if not all, would be at least concerned about having him around.

He stares at the line ahead, still feeling the weight of Charles's gaze on him, but not meeting it with his own. ]


Maybe.

[ It might just be good for him. He doesn't know that he will have the chance to prove that he can be anything else but the villain, the monster in their stories. He would not be surprised if he learned that none of them would be glad at all to see him, and quite frankly, Erik doesn't know if the feeling wouldn't be mutual.

And then Charles goes straight for the nostalgia angle, because of course he does, those memories alone making Erik feel a deep fondness, though it's heavy with the weight of regret, and longing. A lifetime ago, indeed. ]


We may have created it, but I destroyed it. I turned on you all. Do you really think any mutant from our future will see my being here as a good thing?

[ And by 'here' he doesn't just mean in this place; he means here, by Charles's side. There's even some concern here that Charles even trying to speak up on Erik's behalf might just damage what standing he has among his own people. ]
skelters: (brokiloen) (pic#16345146)

sorry for the delay!

[personal profile] skelters 2025-05-25 11:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ who cares about it hurting??? vash certainly doesn't! in fact, from his behaviour when g'raha approaches would indicate that he cares more about the other being involved in this now. ]

Oh, um - it's okay! Haha, this is nothing!

[ you don't seem fine, vash ... considering there's a quail-egg sized bump forming on his forehead too. ]

Seriously, don't worry! Um, should I get you some - water? That's good for shock, right? I think I've got a bottle!
skelters: (brokiloen) (pic#16282068)

so sorry for the delay........

[personal profile] skelters 2025-05-25 11:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ at this point, it might be easier just to sit on the floor ... but nevertheless, it is a slightly less imposingly towering vash that smiles down at an zhe again. ]

Um, yeah! I was just wondering- Do you need a candle or anything at all? I heard some places are losing power, maybe because of the weather, and I found a box of them earlier -- and it's always good to have one or two in case of emergencies, you know! Blackouts, relaxing in style, even a bit of cooking ...

[ did anyone tell you he could chatter on forever? ]
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[personal profile] shabby_magic 2025-05-25 11:35 am (UTC)(link)
The water lifting into the sky is an interesting sign. Probably returning to whatever cosmic entity caused this to happen. Not a trap of the building itself then but something testing? Something just having a laugh at their attempts?

Probably that last bit. Cosmic entities are wankers.

John's soaking wet. He looks every inch a drowned rat and frankly miserable. The wet weight of his trench coat is never comfortable. He makes his way through the sodden debris towards the door surprised to see the young man come back for him. He is a good Samaritan, isn't he?

"Yeah, sure, a monster." John pushes his wet hair back as he walks outside. "Was there an empty bottle in that alley?"

A monster after him? Must be a normal day.
littlemushroom: (104)

no worries at all! im usually the one sliding back in after a while 8,)

[personal profile] littlemushroom 2025-05-25 12:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[[That was indeed a lot of chatter. An Zhe tilt his head slightly towards the doorframe, watching all those words come tumbling out of that very cheerful mouth. Was the correct option here to be welcoming? Close off a bit? Most of the people he had directly met so far had all been very kind, and it didn’t seem like that was changing in the moment either.

… Also he really did want a candle. Those sounded useful.

So An Zhe opened the door a little wider.]]

Are they very expensive?
betenoir: (Compassion)

that's how we roll

[personal profile] betenoir 2025-05-25 12:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[Renoir says nothing about the concept she explores through words, finding it too fantastical to dwell upon. Were she to study his expression, cold and solemn, she might learn his own opinion seems much the same.

He also says nothing about her intentions. Because though he can believe her, he intends to plan for their arrival, for all possible contingencies.]


Really? I would advise you to go home but...

[His shoulders gesture beneath his coat. They can't go home, can they?]

Perhaps it's better you take the opportunity.
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[personal profile] kingsroads 2025-05-25 02:10 pm (UTC)(link)
What others think of me does not matter, [ shrugs the man who really does kind of care what others think about him but only in certain, very specific ways. ]

I am going to be blundering around this world like a confused ass anyway—I suspect people here have already set their opinions in stone when they see the way I drive. [ poorly. Just so fuckin poorly. ] It seems pointless to let what they think impact me.
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[personal profile] mechatheism 2025-05-25 02:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hearing someone repeat it back to him is strangely grounding, so he will allow it--for now. It also helps that they have a task, even if that task is just grocery shopping. Or grocery stealing, as it were.

He gives another nod in acknowledgement, finding it a bit difficult to say you're welcome. Instead, he will point out the potatoes.
]

That's what you're looking for, yes?
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[personal profile] carcajous 2025-05-25 03:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Logan makes an expression that seems to say, Why wouldn't it be?

And that's that. He rides with her to the hotel's open lot, parks alongside her car, and gets her a set of keys. Carries her groceries inside. The room's three doors down as promised. He doesn't introduce her to anybody, doesn't even tell her he's staying with a friend, though in the days that pass, she might notice a man in a wheelchair come and go. Might catch Logan doing stuff for the two of them, bringing home laundry and takeout and whatever else he can get his hands on in this godforsaken place.

He doesn't go out of his way to bother her. He can't help checking up on her, though, and he walks past her door once or twice just to make sure she's inside when it's late at night. Inside and not...missing, somehow, or gone.

He was out for a walk, anyhow.

By day five, he's driven to and from the Scrapyard three damn times before he comes up with the oil filter he needs. He doesn't like hanging around that place, so he'd put down a bottle of rice liquor, borrowed a couple of tools, and promised he'll return with the equipment intact or they can keep the booze. It's late in the afternoon when he reaches the hotel parking lot again. That's what she'll find if she walks by: oil-stained rag, tools laid out on the concrete, and Logan crouched on the cracked, rain-puddled ground with a toothpick between his lips in place of a cigar. Ran out two days ago.

He smells her coming, hears the clink of bottles, but it's not 'til she says something or stops right in front of him that he looks up. A beat as he studies the sun glancing off her hair. Then: ]
Hey, Karen.
potentialman: (Pretending to care.)

ew, hugs??

[personal profile] potentialman 2025-05-25 03:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That's actually a fantastic question.

And Megumi has to stop for a moment and consider how to answer it, because he knows that he himself does not qualify as "not suspicious." Instead, his mind is going on a quick tour of Yuji Itadori's greatest hits, because frankly, most people he knows are pretty sus. Jujutsu sorcerers are largely a gloomy and suspicious lot by nature.

...he's still not sure what Yuji would say, but-- ]


Not sure. Probably just...stand there and radiate sunshine, or...something...

[ Sunshiney good vibes is kind of the default mode for that, right? Sunshiney good vibes like...he's kind of getting from this guy...

Oh. This guy is a...good person, isn't he? Megumi's greatest, well-documented weakness. ]

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[personal profile] godjr 2025-05-25 03:04 pm (UTC)(link)
So he could help fight the Darkness? I guess it did work. Amara was stopped.

[ He doesn't know if that makes Castiel feel any better about it. But if he succeeded, it was better than if they failed. Jack doesn't know how the fight went, he wasn't told the full story, only who Amara was now. She seemed nice, unfortunately. It wouldn't stop him from destroying her, but it made it harder. She's still with Chuck now and the plan is to destroy them. He doesn't think she's the only person they used to fight who turned out on better terms. He knows Rowena was the same once. ]

I'm ashamed of the things I've done too.

[ So many things, really. ]

There's nothing you can have done that wouldn't be forgiven, Castiel. That's the way you three raised me. We're family.
heavymetals: (1973 « lost)

[personal profile] heavymetals 2025-05-25 03:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ One thing Erik's gotten used to is keeping track of time. He's been in a few situations where it was hard to lose his grip on that. The camps, his time with Shaw, the years in prison. At times, counting the days is the one thing that kept him sane.

At least here, he can tell when the days begin and end. Time is marked. It's easier to not forget. And he doesn't intend to lose notion of how long he ends up staying here. ]


I've seen a number of recent arrivals, during this week, and some who arrived shortly before me too. But from what I've gathered so far, no one that lives here is native to this world. Even those who were born here are descendants of people who came from different realities themselves.

[ So really, it's hard to say how many people. Or for how long this has been happening. ]
heavymetals: (1983 « all I wanted)

[personal profile] heavymetals 2025-05-25 03:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ If Hank were here, it definitely would be a physics lesson. Erik is just trying to give her the basics here. The fact that she immediately jumps to that conclusion is both concerning and honestly amusing, and Erik lets out a huff, hands resting on his hips as he smiles. ]

That's definitely not what I said. What I said was that you shouldn't go so slow that you'll lose your balance.

[ He gestures to the bike. ]

Why did you choose this? Why not a car?
heavymetals: (1983 « don't really want to go)

[personal profile] heavymetals 2025-05-25 03:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Uncertainty is a very good word, actually. He's come to the realisation that his goals had been pushed to such an extreme that he knew he needed to find a different path, but he's still far from knowing where he should go from here. Finding a purpose now, when he has nothing, is so much harder than he thought it would be. Often he still struggles with the notion that he's abandoned his people, even when he knows that it's for the sake of all mutantkind that he had to go into hiding.

He sees little point in hiding who he is from her. She sounds so sure that she knows, like there is no doubt in her. And to hear her say that it's good to see him— he's fairly sure that no one from his life would be happy to see him right now. It is a small comfort to know that someone is, even if he doesn't know her at all. ]


Don't be. We all die one day, I don't fear it. [ He smiles, but it's faint and a brief thing. ] And I'd rather die for a cause than live without purpose.

[ Which essentially is how he's feeling in this very moment. ]
heavymetals: (1973 « this is me trying)

[personal profile] heavymetals 2025-05-25 03:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A teacher is bland and universal enough that Erik doesn't think twice of it. He has no reason to doubt the man, though he is a bit amused when the man mentions sports. ]

Wouldn't have guessed that if you asked me, honestly.

[ He looks like he could be an English teacher. Maybe math. Granted, he has the build, but it's just not what Erik's first guess would be. Something to be said about appearances. ]

I'm just a factory worker, so I don't know that much. Car parts, mainly. Other sorts of machinery. Mainly metalwork, at least that's what I have most experience with.
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your Jesse is AMAZING just wanted to say

[personal profile] godjr 2025-05-25 03:32 pm (UTC)(link)
It's important to have protection symbols wherever you can. They have meaning, even if it doesn't seem obvious.

[ The tattoo that was supposed to go on his skin was one too. If Jesse has made it this far in his life, there's no reason to think the tattoo had nothing to do with it. It could have blessed him, whether he believed in it or not. In Jack's experience, they did mean something. For humans especially.

He brightens at the idea of having a drawn on tattoo, smiling, having never thought about that. ]


I would like that very much. Thank you.

[ It seems like an offer that a friend might make. Something small and thoughtful and sincere. Jack doesn't have friends so he latches onto the idea of anything symbolically that could be like one. Jesse might just be being nice but he'll take any ounce of kindness offered his way. He longs for connections, big or small. Jesse's commentary about bad impressions lingers in his mind and he considers it. ]

My kind slaughtered theirs, it was reasonable to be afraid. But I saved them and they let me be one of them. I don't blame them for their fear. You seem ... much less fearful though. I'm grateful.

[ There were people who would see him lift a car and want to run away from him because of it. The people in the Apocalypse world were murdered by angels, to them all angels were bad. They never lost their fear of him but he did become one of you and proved himself every day as different. It's not only for them he has something to prove.

Jack is intuitive despite being an innocent in many ways, and he studies Jesse from the other side of the car. He might have an accidental tendency to stare, something he has been working on. Castiel does the same. It's a lack of understanding about social cues. His new friend is not displaying any fear but he reminds him of Dean a little, he might be acting tough. He's taking the situation calmly all things considered. He wonders a great deal about him. ]


I have four fathers. Dean and Sam are human brothers, Castiel is an angel, like me. My biological father is an evil creature, cruel and violent. My mother fled him before she died and they raised me together. I am very lucky, they were supposed to kill me.

[ A Nephilim is too dangerous, and Jack definitely is that. But Castiel chose to let him live and so did Dean and Sam, although Dean wanted to get rid of him for months when he first arrived. Jack is glad to be alive, he really doesn't want to die again. ]

Do you have a family?
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reporting for duty to question his life choices

[personal profile] chuju 2025-05-25 03:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There is definitely something Wrong. Besides the obvious. The way he's walking, not really taking in his surroundings as she helps him outside. The way she feels something moving inside him. Everything about this place is off, but this is one of the few times she's felt something be truly wrong here.

But it's not as if she has anyone to call for backup. Her team isn't here, and the authorities are nothing short of a joke in this city. If there are any other sorcerers in the area, she certainly hasn't heard about them. So what is she supposed to—

He straightens, and she visually examines him again, trying to find the pieces that don't fit so she can better solve the puzzle. Those eyes definitely make the list. ]


We haven't. I'm Agent Daisy Johnson with SHIELD. [ Even though she's still frowning up at him in concern, she doesn't put any distance between them. ] Are you okay, Dr. Strange?
virtuose: (26 ⚔ to keep us hanging on)

[personal profile] virtuose 2025-05-25 03:49 pm (UTC)(link)
I might've done that for a second.

[She's not going to fully admit to it. A bad habit of hers, unfortunately, and one that usually got her into trouble. But she's still sorry for immediate situation at hand.]

Guess the pamphlet was serious about keeping your eyes on the road. [Maelle can't even hide the slight roll of her eyes. Looks like she'll have to go through the rules of the road one more time in the near future.]
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[personal profile] foretells 2025-05-25 04:07 pm (UTC)(link)
And that's the plan. To go home. But we don't know which way.

[ Scouting the city and understanding what they're in for seems wisest first. Then she can at least get supplies and figure out the best course of action. While returning to the general area of the car depot seems like it might not be the worst choice... She just doesn't think there's merit, if each and every other person has also been dumped there. It just means it's not consistent.

Sciel gives a little shrug just the same. ]


So...getting prepared and trying to strike out makes the most sense. I don't know about you, though, but I'm flush out of any coins, and won't be able to get supplies without them. Or without stealing.

[ She can't exactly be exchanging chroma. She's already tried poking in for food and the asking rate isn't in a currency she recognizes. ]
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[personal profile] foretells 2025-05-25 04:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Giant bugs... Oh. Hm. Yeah, she could've gone a bit longer in life without having to entertain that kind of thought. She rattles her own little cup around and pops a bit of cheese into her mouth. At least she knows where that's from.

...Maybe. ]


It might be best to not think about it. I'm sure there's other food we can get at some point that's less...ah...questionable.

[ Bread and cheese are normal things, right? And that's all one needs to live off of if you're French Lumerian, right...? ]
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[personal profile] carcajous 2025-05-25 04:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Simple tends to be how it stays with him 'til it isn't. But right now, she's just a kid who doesn't seem to want anything more from him than a tire change, and that makes it easy. It's something he can give without second-guessing himself a dozen times.

His gaze flicks to her for a second. He didn't not notice, but it's not enough for him to start picking at those unfurling edges, tickling the back of his brain. Not yet. When she says, Thanks, he only nods.

He takes the wheel. He takes the jack. It's rusty, might snap any second, so he's the one who sticks his hand under the jeep just in case. He shows her how to pump it up—not that hard—and then lets her go at the old wheel with the tire iron the same way she took off the spare. Pockets of silence fill the space between his plain instructions, and it's at least a few minutes on his end before he finally asks a real question: ]


First car or just your first tire?

[ She's young, but something about her gives him the sense she's been around the block, too. Still—he never likes it when kids end up getting dragged into this kinda shit. Just seems like she should be doing other things than figuring out a car by herself. ]